The new book of the burning prairie star

The scorching sun at noon scorched the earth, and even the lush leaves on the big trees on the roadside were made listless, looking lifeless. A boy who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old slowly climbed up in the bushes, with confusion in his eyes: he looked at his hands and was shocked. How could this hand be so white and slender? He was wearing an old green gown. No, is this me? Am I dreaming? How could I have such a strange dream? He pinched his thigh hard, it hurts, it’s not a dream! The boy jumped up immediately, wow wow wow… No way, I have become one of the many time travelers? Please, those time travelers are either orphans or lonely workers who no one cares about. Why did they choose me, a 38-year-old middle-aged girl with children, parents-in-law, parents, and a happy marriage? Aren’t they all wearing those with the same name and surname? Why did I become a teenager here? What about my children?

I remember my daughter in the second year of junior high school went to the hospital for an X-ray because of scoliosis. The scoliosis did not reach 40 degrees. The doctor told her to wear a corrective brace, which should be customized according to the child's scoliosis. She had to wear it for 23 hours a day, and only had one hour to relax! Alas! Speaking of my child's scoliosis, I also felt powerless. When the child was in the second semester of junior high school, she hid in her room after school. She only left the room when she ate and returned to the room immediately after eating. Because the child ranked fifth in the class, I thought she was studying very hard and did not go into the room to disturb her. I saw something obviously wrong with her back. I really blamed myself for being so careless. If I had not been so self-righteous at the beginning and discovered it earlier, I only needed to take her to hang on the horizontal bar, swim, do some exercises such as plank support, and she would recover. It was so serious now. I really wanted to slap myself to death!

Hmm? Who is the owner of this body? I closed my eyes and squinted for a while. Oh, okay. The memory of my body told me that my name is Yang Biao, I am fourteen years old. I passed the exam for Tongsheng two years ago. A few days later, my father passed away unexpectedly. I am currently in mourning. There is still one year left. I looked at the fireball hanging in the sky and felt that this body had the symptoms of heat stroke. There was a tendency for blackening in front of my eyes. I quickly raised my index finger and middle finger to my mouth, licked some saliva between the two fingers with my tongue, and pinched the middle of my neck a few times. It hurts! But fortunately, the scene in front of me became clear. The original boy was probably killed by heat. I couldn't help but remember the young mother who gave the fan to her child and was reluctant to use it herself. As a result, she died of heat. Her husband said in an interview that she was not afraid of heat. It was speechless! Boy, boy, what do you want again, huh? Why are you running out in this hot weather? If you are weak, you can just stay at home and read and write. Look, look, it doesn’t matter if you play yourself to death, but it troubles me, who has a sweet burden, to come here. I don’t know if my daughter has the brace ready or not. My son who is in the first grade is still waiting for me at home. Oh my God, I can’t play like this. Please change someone. I really can’t stay here. I don’t know if I can go back. My children! Oh my God…